O'Malley Gets The Save

A Tribute to "Casey At The Bat"

For Casey, he's a showman
and he'll grandstand all day long;
but underneath that bluff façade,
he's really not that strong.

The catcher called to pitch around,
and let him Walk to first;
But O'Malley shook that signal off,
for that would be the worst.

'Cuz he knew Smitty, he's on deck,
and he's been in the zone...
A single with the bases full;
O'Malley's save'd be blown!

And so it was decided,
to clinch the final out;
the pitches would be perfect,
of that there was no doubt.

The first strike was a fastball,
which went by without a swing;
for Casey still was boasting
he could hit most anything.

The next pitch, even faster,
set the batsman up to fall;
O'Malley saw that Casey knew
one pitch could end it all.

And so our steadfast closer,
having dialed up the heat,
uncorked a wicked knuckleball,
to seal the Nine's defeat.

For Casey, he's a showman and he'll grandstand all day long;
but underneath that bluff façade, he's really not that strong.

The catcher called to pitch around, and let him Walk to first;
But O'Malley shook that signal off, for that would be the worst.

'Cuz he knew Smitty, he's on deck, and he's been in the zone...
A single with the bases full; O'Malley's save'd be blown!

And so it was decided, to clinch the final out;
the pitches would be perfect, of that there was no doubt.

The first strike was a fastball, which went by without a swing;
for Casey still was boasting he could hit most anything.

The next pitch, even faster, set the batsman up to fall;
O'Malley saw that Casey knew one pitch could end it all.

And so our steadfast closer, having dialed up the heat,
uncorked a wicked knuckleball, to seal the Nine's defeat.

We found ourselves in Mudville on that dark and dreary day;
A scant five thousand fans showed up to watch their home team play.

We jumped out to a four-two lead, which held throughout the game;
when our closer, Shane O'Malley, came to finish out the frame.

A quick two-up, two-down, we thought, "How easy can this be?"
But little did we realize the trouble we would see.

Their catcher, Mickey Flynn, eked out a single up the middle;
and a two-out double deep to left had us worried — just a little.

The Mudville fans who stuck around were dancing in the aisles;
Their cock-sure batter Casey was regaling them with smiles.

But O'Malley, he's a veteran; he's seen it all before...
He knows just what to throw, each pitch, to hold on to the score.

For Casey, he's a showman and he'll grandstand all day long;
but underneath that bluff façade, he's really not that strong.

The catcher called to pitch around, and let him Walk to first;
But O'Malley shook that signal off, for that would be the worst.

'Cuz he knew Smitty, he's on deck, and he's been in the zone...
A single with the bases full; O'Malley's save'd be blown!

And so it was decided, to clinch the final out;
the pitches would be perfect, of that there was no doubt.

The first strike was a fastball, which went by without a swing;
for Casey still was boasting he could hit most anything.

The next pitch, even faster, set the batsman up to fall;
O'Malley saw that Casey knew one pitch could end it all.

And so our steadfast closer, having dialed up the heat,
uncorked a wicked knuckleball, to seal the Nine's defeat.

We found ourselves in Mudville on that dark and dreary day;
A scant five thousand fans showed up to watch their home team play.
We jumped out to a four-two lead, which held throughout the game;
when our closer, Shane O'Malley, came to finish out the frame.

A quick two-up, two-down, we thought, "How easy can this be?"
But little did we realize the trouble we would see.
Their catcher, Mickey Flynn, eked out a single up the middle;
and a two-out double deep to left had us worried — just a little.

The Mudville fans who stuck around were dancing in the aisles;
Their cock-sure batter Casey was regaling them with smiles.
But O'Malley, he's a veteran; he's seen it all before...
He knows just what to throw, each pitch, to hold on to the score.

For Casey, he's a showman and he'll grandstand all day long;
but underneath that bluff façade, he's really not that strong.
The catcher called to pitch around, and let him Walk to first;
But O'Malley shook that signal off, for that would be the worst.

'Cuz he knew Smitty, he's on deck, and he's been in the zone...
A single with the bases full; O'Malley's save'd be blown!
And so it was decided, to clinch the final out;
the pitches would be perfect, of that there was no doubt.

The first strike was a fastball, which went by without a swing;
for Casey still was boasting he could hit most anything.
The next pitch, even faster, set the batsman up to fall;
O'Malley saw that Casey knew one pitch could end it all.

And so our steadfast closer, having dialed up the heat,
uncorked a wicked knuckleball, to seal the Nine's defeat.

"What do you think, sirs?"